thearena | Won't you be my neighbor?

Who: Harley Quinn and YOU!
What: Harley's out and about, bored and looking for fun or a fight.
where: Everywhere! The Compound, the caves, the lab, anywhere that's not been eaten up by Acid Ocean Harley is poking around.
When: Weeks 5-6
Notes: Harley will be all over so just tag in with where your muses is when she finds them...or they find her.

Harley had been playing it safe this time around...relatively speaking.

The compound had been such a boon with all it's supplies and shelter. Even if she'd been locked in with a bunch of other tributes, none of them bothered to attack her or even try to steal her food. Maybe they just weren't feeling up to bothering with her.

And there was that button. That glorious tempting button. Even now as she was preparing to set out and explore the surrounding area Harley couldn't stop herself from pushing it once again hoping that the effects would be even more interesting then the last time. This time the effect was instant and her mouth fell open as a slot slid apart in front of her revealing a watch.

But not just any watch! As she took the device and studied it, she discovered the watch had a very special function. She could see the rest of the arena! It was like watching through the hidden cameras! As she flipped from channel to channel she began spotting tributes and a wicked smile crossed her lips.

"I love you magic button." She purred and stroked the stand gently "I'll be back to play with you later." She promised.

Still she wasn't going to win any fans back home by sitting on her keister.

With her various possessions bundled up in a bag made from bedsheets and hanging off her back, she set off into the jungle with a spring in her step. Sooner or later she'd return to the compound for some rest but right now? It was time to check in on her fellow tributes.

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The arena has not been kind to Nepeta. Oh, she's managed to keep herself in one piece, but that's not really been enough. Not here, when she can't simply kill something to eat. Not when she's been making the few rations she's been lucky enough to be given stretch as far as she can. But she means to go down fighting - or die trying (the latter of which is looking distinctly more likely).

That said, she isn't really looking to meet up with anyone. Instead, she's looking mostly to avoid people as she sneaks quietly through the underbrush.

Or at least, she's trying to. It's not quite as stealthy as she might have been able to manage without the specter of starvation looming large behind her. But she does her best all the same, even if she has absolutely no idea that she's not quite as alone as she thinks.

Despite her usual loud and flashy style, Harley can be surprisingly stealthy at times.

With a crown of poison grass bound around her head as camouflage she peered through the bushes at her prey, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

The blowgun should be a fun tool to try. She hadn't used it on anyone yet and it would be interesting to see if the darts were somehow more toxic then the plant life.

Taking a deep breath (And boy did she have some lungs on her) Harley took aim at the troll girl's fleshy exposed neck and fired a dart.

The dart is not immediately fatal, at least, although it strikes true enough. The fact the Nepeta turns to look in the direction of where she thinks the dart has come from is enough to suggest that - and she's pretty dead on with the location, too. The fact that she doesn't reach up to touch where the dart has hit until afterwards also says a lot. She is very much used to this sort of thing and even the slightest moment of hesitation can prove deadly on Alternia.

Unfortunately for her, while the darts are no more immediately fatal than the plants themselves, she had only barely been able to tolerate their effects when she'd been relatively well-fed. Now that she very much isn't, they hit much sooner, and though she does her best to leap in Harley's direction it is almost certainly not the most coordinated attempt.

Harley yelped and shot out of the bush with her powerful legs propelling her backwards through the trees and leaves.

"Oh come on. What good are these things if they don't even kill?" She complained loudly and shot another dart at her intended victim, aiming for her face.

"Just take the free trip back to the capitol!"

It's not that they don't kill. Nepeta is dying already. She simply hasn't noticed that she is, and trolls can take an awful lot of punishment besides. But the poison of the plants is in her blood now, and that can't be ignored no matter how determined she is.

Either way, she doesn't manage to avoid the second dart and that one manages to drop her. She's not dead - not yet anyway - but it's not going to be much longer, and she's not going to moving anywhere anyway.

(She wants to, and it's visible in her eyes and the cast of her face, but it's not going to happen for all her desires. Not now.)

Harley pauses, then nervously tip toes over grinning wildly and waving to her with her fingers.

"No hard feelings! I've just wanted to see what these things could do for a long time now!" She declared though she wasn't entirely sure that her victim could even hear her anymore.

She can. Not very well, and not enough to answer, but she manages to focus on Harley's face one last time... and then she's gone, and without any real fanfare either.

Still, it may be for the best, even if Nepeta isn't inclined to think so.

Barbara was actually in the compound, with Harley - if the blonde didn't know. She'd slid in early and gotten stuck... then stayed for the free food. She didn't know about Harley being there, really. She'd have been talking the blonde out fo the button as best she could if she did. And she'd be shuddering at the idea of something like that watch in the woman's hands...

But. There she is. In the hallway. By herself...

And here comes Harley, barreling down the hall.

"Ginger?!" She gasped as she came charging her. She looked to the screen strapped to her wrist and slapped it. "Stupid thing! I thought this place was empty!!!"

"Harley?" Blondie? ... She was actually relieved to see the clown - something more worrisome than the surprise, though she could maaaaybe focus on that later.

Her eyes scouted quickly, making sure no other surprises were about to sneak up on her. "You alone?"

"Not really!" Harley blew past Babs with a quick yelp of "Run!"

Thought odds are Barbara wouldn't have needed prompting. A pack of hungry and excited raptors came crashing around the corner hot on her heels. Claws scraping the floor, drool gleaming on their fangs.

So... That was a thing. Raptors. Raptors running at her. Raptors teeth slashing at the place Barbara's thigh had been a moment before - raptors getting two feet firmly planted on their heads, legs flexing and then body thrusting forward to spring their owner forward through the air to land lightly at Harley's heels, where she seamlessly broke into a run. Gymnastics, kids - ask your parents for permission to sign up today.

"Let me guess. You got hungry for omelets?" her voice was more dry than sharp. It lacked the edge of panic a smarter batgirl would have had - that she would have had a few months ago, when she at least thought things made sense. Nope. She was not going to deal with the ludicrousness of this situation, or the very real possibility of death. Not just yet.

Harley laughed but it was dry and less enthusiastic then her normal laughter.

"Actually it was the red button." she shook her fist at the sky "Betrayed by my love of the red button! It sprayed me with this stuff and-"

Harley was cut short as she turned a corner and ran smack into a closed door which shattered by the force of her impact. She groaned and limped the next few steps as her nose bled down the front of her shirt.

Barbara scooped her hand around Harley's waist, trying not to curse. This, she reminded herself, was what it meant to be a hero. "Kitchen," she declared. They needed... frankly, they needed tomato juice. But she'd take some poisoned food to escape their captors with, at this point. Or even non-poisoned food, if she wasn't given the option of being picky.

"Come on. Just a bit further..."

Unfortunately as they arrived in the kitchen the supplies appeared to be picked clean. Harley leaned on the counter to catch her breath while Babs searched.

"I appreciate the help and all ginger. But I don't think we're gonna have time to give me a bath." She watched as the handle to the door that seperated them from the raptors rattled and began to turn.

"Clever girls." She muttered with an amused smirk.

Won't you be my neighbor?

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